A broken fan and some faded flowers.
And an echoing strain
A broken fan and some faded flowers
And an echoing refrain
Is all that is left of the happy hours
That I ever can come again.
All that is left? Oh, well! except—
The I ok in somebody's eyes
As he pressed my hand at the door and kept
Me a moment for our good byes.
Boy's way? Don't you thing he meant it in part?
I certainly can't escape;
Hoping I brought just a piece of his heart
Home under my pary cape.
Glaia (Gaartrell Lynn.
THE COLLEGE WIDOW.
In Lawrence the wind blows and the sun shines, but the heart of the "college widow" responds not to the unsympathetic elements.
No longer does she listen for the whistle of the "frat" man, for like the bird to the mountain, he has flown.
And now the Lawrence girl sits alone in her hammock. Her mind wonders to those halycon days when a coterie of college men worshiped at her feet.
Now, over, the limped waters of the Kaw, no longer comes the sound of gay guitars and manly voices. The self-satisfied Freshman, the callow Sophomore, the "sporty" Junior and the blase Senior no longer offer inducements to the Lawrence girl for promenading Massachusetts street. Even in Even in west Lawrence the queens of society sit in disconsolate solitude. Alone on the front porch they concoct horrible stratagems and methods of warfare for "next year's" campaign. And then they think of the long weeks between now and September and their long hearts beat wildly at the thought of the young dry goods clerk and the young man in the corner drug store. Here is a chance for a summer man. One college widow who has really spent seventeen years of "social mourning" has come to the conclusion that an infantile admirer twelve years her junior is worth having, and the other girls look on with envious eyes at this audacious effrontery. Already half the girls in town are not on speaking terms, and the most delightful stories charge the unheeding ail with strange significance.
The younger widows, in their hopefulness,
hurl their charms indiscriminately at the
few young men about town, while the more
circumspact pass the long tidious hours
writing ponderous epistles to their absent
lovers.
The young night clerk at the postoffice could tell many a romantic tale of the nightly visits of these bereaved maidens who come rushing in to mail their "billet doux" before the night train leaves. The girls in Lawrence treat this individual with the utmost respect and consideration for "he could tell a lot if he wanted to."
Sometimes, when life becomes too unutterably stupid, these unfortunate females form the wild scheme of simulating the personality of college "beaux" and in this delirious dream they take each other down to Wiedemann's and try to drown their troubles in ice cream soda, while the wheezy phonograph plays "She May Have Seen Better days" and "There'll Come a Time Some Day". Whittier may have been right when he
Whittier may have been right when he said:
"For all sad works of tongue or pen
The saddest are these, it might have been "
But in the "historic" city they quote it
differently.
"The sad test thought in prose or rhyme
is 'lawrence girl in summer time,'
There is a mystery afoot, and the question now is "What made him do it?" A member of the renowned Beta Theta Pi fraternity went to a party not long ago, and called for the young lady with whom he had cast his lot for two years. He asked her in melodramatic tones if she would accept a present from him. The young lady was somewhat surprised, but thinking she had struck a "bon chose," answered yes. With a majestic bow the Beta handed her a package and requested her to open it in the presence of her escort, on her return home. The young lady did so, and much was her surprise to find all the tender little tokens she had given the young man during their two years' courtship. There generally is a motive for such insane actions, but it is an open question whether the wily Beta has sprung a new method of raeching the feminine heart, or whether his simplicity was due to the fact that he really didn't know any better.
"Well," said the society edittress of the Daily Call, "I don't care if I can't write decently. I get better wages than that concited edittress on the Tribune," and she haughtily threw a bogus check down on the mahogany table of her grandma's dining room. "There's one thing certain, I'll get a better write up of that Smith reception or die in the attempt."
Never mind, dear, "said the old lady
soothingly, "we'll all help you and your the girls can pull you through, you know."
The editress chewed the end of her white tie reflectively.
"That's so," she said cheerfully, "and then there's lim."
The old lady's eyer gleamed fire. "U-
grateful girl; how often have I told you
to forget him? Didn't your mamma and
I tell you to set your cap for Mr. Jones.
His pa runs a whole line line and he's
dead in love with you."
"I don't care," said the society reporter petulantly. "I love Jim, and I won't. I won't, give him up."
"Very well, Miss," said the irate ancestor, "now you can't have your astracan collarette for the football game Saturday."
The lady reporter was moved to tears, all of which goes to prove either that aspiring journalists are heirs to the same ills that ordinary mortals are, such as grand-mothers, love affairs, etc., or that you can't have the man you love and aracan colaretes all at once. No; even reporters have to take things on the installment plan—you know.
Since the "bold bad man" from Shawnee county announced his intention of smoking cigarettes and only going with "game" girls this year the University young ladies keep tab on his calling acquaintances, and when one of "their set" receive a call from this western Ward McAllister she is tendered an elaborate ovation in the University corridors, the next morning.
An over educated product of the efete east who was being shown the points of interest in the historic city, stood within the shadow of the old windmill and soliloquized on the stories of the past which this time honored structure might tell.
"What fitting emblem, what significant souvenir is there that tells the story of this grand old edifice" she queried
"Well, there's the 'souvenir spoon' answered the irreverent Lawrence girl, casting a malicious glance at two couples or University students who had been vainly endeavoring for the last half hour to terminate their unexpected and embarrassing game of hide and seek.
"It is woman's sphere to wait," says a well-known author, but the young society man who endeavored to give the public a living illustration of this maximum at a recent social function, has come to the conclusion that it is best not to intermingle classical illustrations with the frivolities of the social world. The way it happened was tnis: The young man forgot that on Saturday night it is customary for dances to come to an end at 12 o'clock, and consequently, when he returned to the hall at one a m., after having interviewed a detachment of disabled soldiers, some of whom rumor has it, were dead we found his lady friend had gone home with another admirer. The young man, after looking blankly around the deserted ball room, returned to his home to meditate upon the merits of ethical prevaricating. Up to the present writing three ineffectual efforts have been made to propitiate the indignant damsel, who thinks that Lawrence men are "simply horrid."
A popular society man has been the recipient lately of several anonymous letters. These epistles were mailed at Topeka and give the startling information that within forty miles of Lawrence there is a young woman who is pinning away for love of this fascinating gentleman. The writer craves a meeting and assures the masculine entrant that an explanation will cause the course of love to flow with proverbal Iserian rapidity.
Since Mr. Clarence Slus, of Wichita, has been such a successful instructor on the bicycle, the University girls are trying to persuade him to hire a hall and give lessons at least once a week.
Rumor has it that the young man was tempted to follow the instructions in the letter, but was prevented by a band of indignant Lawrence girls who are now taking of forming a league for the protection of the rights of guileless native maidens.
It is reported that a sensation in the form of a new book will soon cause great excitement in University circles. The title of the book alone would warrant a ready sale for the publication and the author's social prominence will enable him to incorporate in his literary production, a collection of spicy anecdotes such as few University students have ever had the opportunity of experiencing The title of the book is "The Dizzy Whirl or How to Be Game," and the author is the well known society lion, Mr. H. Conn Jellyns.
It was the day a society belle from the west side, went down to the city for a few days shopping and the young lady carried an umbrella. When the train pulled in the west sider and her gentlemen friend strolled down to the end of the platform and retired behind the shelter of the kindly sun shade. Some minutes elapsed before the bell rang and the station master who was on the "right" side of the umbrella, pulled a picture of Olga Nethersole out of his pocket and after looking at it
depreciating for a few moments, threw it aside in cynical disgust.
There is a small boy in the southern part of the city who will do well if he avoids a certain enraged University student who has a score to settle with this irreverent lad. By way of explanation it would be well to state beforehand that neither the young lady in the case nor the frat man were to blame. It happened that while taking a moonlight stroll, their talk drifted to a recent magazine article which makes the announcement that a "bona fide" oscillation should last one minute and seven seconds. Now naturally, the curiosity of both was aroused and in the sequence of events an agreement was made that a test should take place. The moon was inconsiderately bright so the seekers after knowledge retired into the shadowy angle of a convenient church. The proposition Q. E. D. was never finished as a harsh voice broke in upon the seraphic silence and said, "Oh, l-o-o-k in that c-o-r-n-e-r," and by the time the young boy's bosom friends had gathered together, the young man and the Lawrence girl had flown to other realms.
Mrs. Paul Brooks, who has been instrumental in making arrangements for the well known Miss Jane Addams, of Hull House, Chicago, to deliver an address before the Lawrence public, is anxious that the University students should show an interest in this celebrated lecturer. Miss Addams lectures November 23, on "The Social Conscience," and it would be a commendable action if each fraternity in the University would take measures to attend the lecture en masse.
The Friday Evening Whist club, which was organized last year, held its first meeting of this season at the home of Miss Harriet Ayres November 5th. The club meets every other Friday evening. The members are Misses Ayres, Elizabeth Ayres, Bullene, Frederica Bullene, Ota Nicholson, Beatrice Maxwell, Charlotte Cutter, Gertrude Brounght. Messrs. Archie Hogg, Frank House, John Francis, John Nicholson, Voigts, Webster Wiider, John Collins, James McKnight.
The ladies Wednesday afternoon duplicate Whist club convened November 3d, at the home of the Misses Nicholson on Ohio street. After the regular meeting the question of filling the four vacancies left by the Misses Barker, Mrs. Clyde Miller and Mrs. Tracy Learnard was discussed. The limit of membership is twelve and the eight active members at present are: Mrs. Prof. Brownell, Mrs. Dr. Esterley, Misses Nicholson, Ota Nicholson, Tisdale, Beard, McMillan and Rohe.
The series of parties given by the Independent young gentlemen of the University have proved such successful social events that the young men are planning several more for the future.
True sentimentalism is not yet dead in the breast of the American youth as an amorous Phi Gam who had been triling too indiscriminately with Cupid's dart, evinced to the wondering public not long ago. The youth in question had quarreled with the lady of his love and instead of keeping a party engagement with her that evening, she willfully tried to drown his chagrin and sorrow in the "cup that cheers" and a joc drama. The emotional scenes made a great impression on the love sick swain and when in the last act a touching reconfiguration between two lovers was portrayed his feelings got the batter of him, and madly snatching his hat he rushed frantically over to the west side where his lady love was attending a party. After vainly tearing his hair and ineffectually seeking to interview his lost love, he fled back to the beguiling madness of the city and the last seen of him he was endeavoring to reproduce the melo dramatic love scene with a sideboard.
A recent scientific article makes the astonishing assertion that a couple it Germany performed 1175 osculations in one hour. At the end of that time the young man's lips were paralyzed but the maiden wasn't even phased. Is it possible that she could have passed some of her life in the aristocratic exclusiveness of west Lawrence?
Miss Katherine Brodhead, who is well known in University circles owing to her popularity during a visit here two years ago, arrived in Lawrence last week and will spend the with winter Miss Mary Monroe, in West Lawrence.
Miss Lucene Barker, of Kansas City, returned to her home Thursday, after a brief visit with Miss Mame Tisdale.
The plan of representing Lawrence by a K. U. tally ho at the Thanksgiving game is being discussed.
Miss Marian Innes spent several days in Kansas City, the first of the week.
The Phi Gams have quite a colony of K. U. men down in Kansas City. With Jacque Morgan as preceptor, there is no doubt but that Mitchell, Fletcher, Gear, and Kaul will soon get accustomed to city ways and losethest naive, trusting, simplicity of nature that made them so popular
Miss Christine Jaedicke, instructress in elocution and physical culture at Gaylord institute and Sacred Heart convent at Platite City. Mo, has been appointed society reporter for the Platite City Argus.
with the young ladies and various members of the faculty.
Clarence Spellman of Kansas City visited Lawrence Saturday last.
Quite a number of the country club enthusiasts went out to Mrs. Robinson's farm for a picnic last Saturday.
The first issue of the Kansas University Lawyer was issued last Saturday.
Miss Gertrude Boughton entertained last weed at one of her delightful whist parties. The occasion was in honor of Miss Margaret Bear of Topeka. The young people present were Misses Harriet Ayers, Elizabeth Ayers, Maude Maxwell, Eva Brown, Charlotte Cutter, Olive Lewis, Ota Nicholson, Margaret Bear, Daisy Cockins, Agnes Hanson. Messrs. Harry Clark, John Francis, John Nicholson, John Close, Dick Rodgers, William Cockins, John Collins, Peters, Will Brelsford and Carl Cooper. Light refreshments were served and the latter part of the evening was spent in dancing.
Miss Ida Smith who has been the guest of Miss Helen Perry at the Perry ranch for the past two months will return next week.
Miss Margaret Bear has returned to her home in Topeka after several weeks visit in the city.
The Bets entertained last Friday evening with a dancing party. The affair not being one of the regular series, was very informal. The young ladies present were: Misses Cross, Williams, Grace Bangs, Burrie Bowersock, Louis Fenger, Olive Lewis, Eva Brown, Erna Barteldes, Minnie Marks.
Dan Boone and Jack McCleery spent Saturday in Kansas City.
Mrs. R. L. Moody and Mrs. Herbert Beatty entertain next Saturday afternoon in honor of the members of the Kappa Alpha Theta fraternity.
On Thursday afternoon Miss Eva Brown entertained her lady friends with a reception in honor of Miss Olive St. Clair Lewis of Topeka, Miss Jessie Gaddis of Newton and Miss Minnie Marks of Council Grove. The home was darkened for the occasion, palms and cut flowers, composed the decorations, and the young ladies received in evening dresses: Miss Maud Crowder, gowned in an exquisite silk mulle over shrimp pink satin, with pearl trimmings, preside at the punch bowl. Miss Edith house and Miss Ella Anderson served chocolate and coffee in the dining room. They were assisted by Miss Zillah Smith, Miss Harriet Aryes, Miss Gertruee Boughton and Miss Agnes Hanson. Light refreshments were served. Miss Lewis wore a white organdy trimmed with valencines lace. Miss Gaddis a pink organdy over pink silk. Miss Marks wore a figured organdy over white silk. The hostess received in a sky blue organdy over blue silk. The invited guests were as follows: Misses Ella Anderson, Issie Potts, Maary Morris, Mary Monroe, Annie Monroe, Maud Landis, May Landis, Maud Smelzer, Gusta Flintom, Berry Bowers, Manie Addison, Bessie Stone, Edith Parrot, Edith House, Josephine Shellbarger, Ethel Luther, Frances Cabcock, Erna Barteldes, Morris Jene Edwards, Marion Innes, Lucy Riggs, Max Riggs, Abbie Noyes, Virgie McCory, Rose Watson, Mabel Wagstaff, Gertrude Boughton, Harriet Ayers, Zillah Smith, Gertrude Spaulde, Alice Spaulding, Jeanette Wheeler, Agnes Lee, Bessie Ayers, Madge Bullene, Fredererea Bullene, Maud Crowder, Julia Righte, Agnes Hansen, Della Frazer, Florence Clark, Margaret Bear, Genevieve Howland, Grace Bangs, Grace Poff, Marie Tisdale, Clara Jaedicke, Christine Jaedicke, Susie Gay, Gertrude Deveraux, Laura Poacher, Edith Hayes, Emma Dennis of Topeka, Mary Moon of Topeka, Bell Rose, Ruth Whiteman,玛Maxwell, Zillah Smith, Cora Becker, Gertrude Hill, Hume Spencer, Kate Nicholson, Ota Nicholson, Camilla Andrews, Winnie Luther, Charlotte Cutter, Winslow Hutchinson, Satia Taylor, Nelle Blakeley, Efft Proud of Oregon, Mo., Matie Snow, Editi Snow, Mary Snow, Nelle Blanche, Blanche Faas, May Gardener, Eith Davis, Katherine Broaduead, Mabel Sayre, Daisy Cockins, Lillie McMillan, Mabel Fisher Mesdames Ed Schall, John Kilwould, Chas Grosvenor, Elmer Pierson, Frank Holder H.B. Bulllene, A.D. Weaver, Weaver W.T. Sinclair, Tracy Learnard, Pau Learnard, Albert Flintoms P.E. Emery Robert Clark, Chas Esterly, Will Hiens ley, John Moore, A. Gifford, John Bell S.T. Field, Elmer Willis, A. Thodium H. Squirtz
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